The sleaze-ball, had been very admit about keeping his face off of film but with the smooth words of the ghostbuster to be; well who could put up a fuss? The man's eyes darted towards the camera and Go-Za a number of times before finally lower his hand that he had ineffectually used to cover his face.

"Alright, alright. If it's just for advertising purposes I suppose there's no harm." the agent said, his face turning back to façade of friendliness "don't mean to start off on tha' wrong foot here, just got some old flings from my uni days I'm tryin' to avoid."

His composure renewed, it was show time for the real estate agent. The man hurried over to the front door of the building and began fiddling with a ring of keys before finding the match for the building. With the door unlocked, the hefty man put a great deal of his weight into reefing on the ancient door until it popped open with a sickening scraping noise.

From the doorway the main bar area could be seen though to call it decrepit would be too kind of a term. The walls had holes where paraphernalia once hung and larger ones where fists and possibly pool cues had once called home. M0ost of the furniture was missing as well save for some (not all) of the bolted down barstools, the booths lining the wall to the right and a single chair-table combo left seemingly undisturbed since the closing of the establishment. At the back of the establishment sat a pool table and set of three doors; women's and men's bathrooms and another the likely lead to the kitchen and employees only areas.

"Viola! I know she's a bit of a fixer upper but these building were built to last. Good bones to 'em!" the agent said, walking into the room and giving the wall a light knock to prove his point, though the light tap had been enough to leave a small indent in the wall.